'amanda, if you need help see me'

thats what my sociology professor wrote on the top of my test. (on which i got a D+). i can understand his concern, cuz frankly, a D+ blows. not to mention all the papers i never turned in, the quizzes i fail and the other test i got a C- on. and that whole part where i'm failing the class. thats usually not helpful. i'm failing comp too. a B- and a F work out to about.. well.. an F. and that other class i've done absolutely nothing for. hm. failing 3 out of 5 classes. go me.

frankly, i could use some help, but not for my shitty grades. thats low on my list.

i hate my life.

i guess that sums it up well, no?

my arms have cuts all over them, which i suppose might not bode well since i have class tomorrow and no clean long-sleeved shirts at the moment. and i'm going to my uber-cousins house over the weekend and spending the night. guess i'll have to scrounge something up to hide my arms.. don't want them thinking i'm crazier than they already do.